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Posted by on Sep 26, 2011 in Blog | 0 comments

Patience :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 32 of  Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Patience and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

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This weeks prompt is #Patience

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 I woke to the pressure of your hand over my mouth, the realisation sharpening the focus of sleepy eyes.  I watch you watch me wake, the moment of shock when I comprehend what is happening to me.

You smile with a cool enjoyment and my mind reaches through my body to the two fingers pushing slowly, firmly into my cunt.  My thighs are pinned open by your knees and I feel the weight, the heft of you pressing down on me, pressing into me.  I moan at the invasion, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, a feeling too sweet to call fear.  I try to relax and close my eyes as the tip of my tongue pokes through to taste the dried sweat of your palm.

The swift, stinging slap to my pussy has my eyes flying open, the my clit singing in distorted pleasure.

“Eyes open, bitch”

The only words needed keep me trapped by your gaze and I know you’ll feel the puddling messy rapture in me as you push your fingers back in, two, three, four.

Slap slap slop slop, messy little cunt that I am.

I’m grunting now, ungainly and unladylike my orgasm closes around you as your fingers tighten over my face, will there be bruises? Tell tale red pad marks that I’ll need to cover with make up?

Saliver bubbles in my breath, bursting against your hand until it is as slick as the one between my legs, my orgasm spills out of me, I’m pinned contracting under you, spine arching and pushing against my human bounds.  You don’t stop and you know I hate this, the sheet wet under me, cooling to clammy shroud as you keep pumping me.

Coaxing me to come again.

Again.

Again.

Come now.

Bitch.

Slut.

Whore.

Not done yet.

Not finished with you.

Come again.

More.

More.

More.

I do.

Always.

My tears add a third wetness, my body leaking lust and all its assorted emotions out of me, until you are ready to release me.

Sitting back on your heels you stroke your cock watching as I gasp and whimper and try to latch my mind to something, anything that will haul me back to sanity.  My reprieve is short lived, you turn me to my tummy, yank my legs to the edge of the bed and replace the pump of your fingers with the piston of your cock.  There’s nothing left of me but this use, I’m reduced to the tight rippling network of muscle and nerves that receive you.  I’m not sure if I’ve stopped orgasming or if that is all I’m doing.

I

Can’t

Think

So I don’t.  I know you’re done when the sensations change, the slopping shuddering explosion of wet heat over my back and arse and the emptiness of my cunt.

I lie stunned; I need you to come in me, to feel some kind of claim on you and your body, to feel that I had made you cum.  You leave the bedroom and I hear the shower start and imagine you washing yourself clean of the evidence of me.  I lie still, waiting and clawing myself together again piece by piece.

One day your body will take over your will and I’ll feel the thick of you seed into me and my patience will be rewarded.

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Sep 19, 2011 in BDSM | 6 comments

Normal :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 31 of  Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #Normal and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

I decided to use Normal as the prompt to link in with the release of my new ebook of the same name, I’m really looking forward to what you all do with it this week!

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.

Thank you for writing and reading.

This weeks prompt is #Normal

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This weeks contribution from me is the opening scene from my new ebook, Normal, of course it is both a shameless plug and a little bit of a cheat,  but I’m the boss round here and any one wanting to argue can form an orderly queue to be dealt with later.

Ruby.

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The door was a normal looking door, in a normal looking house in a normal looking street.

But then again, I’m a normal looking girl knocking on a normal looking door of a normal looking house in a normal looking street.

Eddie shook the thought from her head; too many “normals” in there for her liking.

Her preference ran far from the range of normal, her mind was tuned in such a way that it didn’t see the barriers to fulfilling its desires that others did.

Whichever, she was here and the adrenaline was pumping thoroughly through her. She loved this moment, the last moment that she could turn and walk away, the last moment before she submerged herself into whatever desires Madame had conceived for them today.

It seemed so simple to turn up at a new address and submit to the pleasures of her Madame and whichever play mate she had found. But the preparations always took time, for both of them. At first Madame had taken weeks to find the right person, but now as word had got around of the sweet fuck slut that she kept, there seemed to be a never ending list of addresses to be sent to.

Her own preparations took up a small part of every day, from the preparation of her body to the stocking of her wardrobe and sex toys.   Every day there was something, Madame knew this and counted on it to keep Eddie focused and primed for the weekly fuck-fest, one day a week to be touched, fondled, squeezed, pinched, opened, fingered, licked, eaten, splattered, mined, ploughed: Fucked.

I wonder if I’ll ever get bored of this ritual, Eddie thought as she double checked the address one last time with her instructions. She wondered if she would ever get bored of this ritual, if it would ever change.  Shaking her head again to dismiss the foolish thought she rang the bell, as she waited she listened for the hum of voices and the fall of footstep and focused on the clenching in her cunt.

Despite the array of channels open to them to communicate they existed in a lopsided snail-mail/email waltz. Eddie waited on Tuesday’s post to bring her the six pages or so of instructions because Madame would only communicate to her by letter. Old fashioned ink crawling across the pages, listing the steps of Eddie’s dance towards her weekly release. And she could only reply by email. She thought this a particularly cruel balance, the knowing that Madame could reply in the wink of a cursor to soothe and pet her. At first she felt Madame was pretentious in the conceit, but now it was part of the game, part of her life. Now it was normal.

So once again, here she stood; a normal looking girl on the normal looking doorstep of a normal looking house in a normal looking street, feeling the normal feeling of orgasm welling up in her.

The door opened; her body trembled, deep muscles working to the familiar pattern, breath coming in gasps now, close, so close and finally the word, soft womanly breath with the strike of command, pride of ownership ripping through the four letters, ripping through her;

“C-O-M-E.”

This was how every play date started—with Eddie’s absolute, uncontrolled submission. A familiar ritual and one she found comfort in, the shedding of self and the morphing into a purely sexual creature, wanton and willing, eager and open to please all who her Madame chose.

Her training had been months of slow, careful nurturing. Madame had been so attentive, lavishing her words on Eddie, gifting her orgasm after orgasm until they were both intimately acquainted with her body’s responses. Eddie sometimes missed that frivolous, more intimate, time with Madame, a time without the others.

But when she heard that single word of command that brought her to her knees and opened her up to pleasures beyond bearing she knew that this was the place to be. Every part of this ritual was scribed deep in her.

Madame’s command resonated through her body. Her flesh reacted, blood accelerated, breath shortened, knees buckled and hands grabbed for support. Eddie fell to her knees on the doorstep and gave herself over to the blissful loss of self.

As the spine bucking tremors subsided, her senses drifted back. Madame was crouched by her. One hand on her nape, the other lifting her skirt and running a finger through her cum-slicked flesh.

“My angel, well done. As ever a perfect performance.”

These words, whispered in her ear, to hear Madame’s pride and pleasure in her were the real rewards. The orgasms and the juicy fucking were all so many body parts and fluids, but this moment, was a moment more intimate than anything she would give of her body.

As Eddie sucked her cum from the fingers presented to her, Madame invited their host to his first touch of her. His trouser leg brushed her face as he stepped past her, she was only halfway across the threshold, the cooler air outside prickled her skin. He dropped to his knee behind her, spread her cunt lips and wiped along her slit with his fingers.

“You have a very beautiful pet, Madame.”

A voice low, soaked in power and crackling with lust.  She could tell a lot from a first touch. Madame always chose their play partners well, but, of course, everyone was different and each person’s interpretation of her  reflected that. Some treated her as a set of convenient holes, some as slave and others revered her as a priceless object, a goddess to be worshiped through their own dominance.

This host seemed somewhere in between, desirous of her complete submission but careful and mindful of her, his sure touch was firm, controlled rather than immediately owning or invading her.

Of course she was going to end up delightfully aching and wrung out, covered in the sweat and cum of her and the two others, but she knew this man would never lose sight of her and the fact she was on loan to him. Though she would do all in her power to pleasure him, her primary allegiance was to her Madame.

“May I?” he asked Madame.

He was so courteous (always a good sign) though of course he knew the answer, the question a mere formality, a show of politeness and deference.

“Of course, Alain, please take your pleasures.”

She was ready for him, for the two fingers he pushed into her, the first filling of her. She gasped, another first moment that she always enjoyed on these dates. Her cunt so wet, from her anticipation and her orgasm, received him willingly, greedily. The flat of his other hand placed on her buttocks as he burrowed into her, a low predatory gasp escaping his throat as he pushed into her.

One, two quick thrusts and he pulled his fingers out of her, wiped the cum on her raised skirt and stood up.

“Let’s move this inside, shall we, Madame? Your pet is everything you promised me so far. Thank you.”

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

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Posted by on Sep 19, 2011 in BDSM, Blog, News | 0 comments

Normal : erotic ebook release

I’m so very excited to announce the release of my new erotic ebook, Normal.

Some of you may remember it from the episodes I posted here, but for those that don’t it is an erotic tale of Eddie, her mistress Madame and the mysterious Alain.

Eddie and her mistress spend their weekends soaked in sex; orgies and private parties exploring every facet of human sexuality, but is it enough?  When Eddie and Madame play with Alain he has a strange and unnerving effect on Eddie.  The encounter leaves her questioning her relationship with Madame and the life they lead.  Is it enough or is there more to life and sex?

Torn between the known and unknown, who and what will Eddie choose?

Normal BDSM erotica story
Although this is my second book book of erotica it is my first attempt at a longer story so I’m nervous as to how well it will be received.  I’d love to hear your feedback so do drop me a line via the contacts page or comments to let me know what you think.

You can buy Normal direct from Republica Press and later in the week it will be available for Kindle via Amazon, I hope you enjoy Eddie, Madame and Alain as much as they enjoy each other.

 

Ruby

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

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Posted by on Sep 14, 2011 in Blog, News | 0 comments

#EAACON : be radical, be yourself

I spent last Friday and Saturday at the Erotic Authors Association’s inaugural conference.

I came away with lots of positive information and inspiration for my writing and for Eroticon, however the main feeling I left with is that the most radical thing we can do or be is ourselves.

The session discussing taboos, of course covered the content that the mainstream do not want to see eroticised, however when talking about the negative criticism they received I was struck that it wasn’t so much that people were writing about disturbing or unacceptable acts, but that they were writing about sex at all.

And, that they dared write about sex and not be the correct colour, gender, sexual orientation, body shape or ability or whatever it is that might mark us as outside the normal mainstream of society.

What we write might touch on societies taboos, or even challenge an individuals own safe sexual awareness, but surely that’s been going on for centuries.

Surely what is most challenging, most radical is that we are, we write and we speak?

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If you’ve written a blog post about EAACON, do please use the linky below to add a link to your post so we can all find each other.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

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Posted by on Sep 12, 2011 in Blog | 2 comments

Border :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 30 of  Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #border and then use the link widget to add it to the list. Please remember to include a link back to this post in your post, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.  Thank you for writing and reading.

This weeks prompt is #Border
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Annie straightened from her work, sat back on her heels and wiped her hair from her face with the back of her hand.  It really was too hot to garden but the weeds loved growing in the heat as much as Annie hated working in it.

Ice cold glass pressed against Annie’s neck and she yelped;

“Mel! Cut it out!”

“I thought you could do with the refreshment, you’ve been at that border for ages”

Annie took the glass of iced water and sipped;

“You just took me by surprise is all”

As Annie drank Mel dipped her hands into the watering can and grbbed a handful of freshly turned earth, massaging it to a warm, muddy mess in her hands and approached Annie again.

“No!”

“Yes! A mud pack will be cooling”

As she spoke Mel placed her muddy hands onto Annie’s shoulders and smeared them down her arms, slipping the straps of her top down as she did.

After the first pass Annie knew better than to argue with her lover, she sipped her water and relaxed into, the rhythmic slap of chilled mud on her skin soothing her.

Mel soon covered Annie’s back and began on her front, covering her lover inch by inch casing her in earth.

Pushing the top down, unbuttoning her shorts, sliding down knickers and covering the whiter skin of her ass, hips and mound, sparing no inch of flesh.

Down and down, thighs, knees and legs until Annie was laid out on the lawn looking like a life sized clay figurine ready for firing.

The whole process had hypnotized Annie, she lay in the warm sun feeling the mud dry and shrink on her pulling her skin tight and taught, nipples hard and cunt secretly warmed and aroused, she felt glorious.

Suddenly a cold shower of water splashed over Annie as Mel emptied the watering can over her.  The drying mud soaked up the water and just as quickly Mel was on top of Annie, her hands working the wet mud to slippery slickness.  Annie shrieked wide eyed as her lover slid over her, the mud a lubricant between their two naked bodies.

Laughing and fighting the two fucked and rolled, sharing the mud, water and warmth between their bodies, earth maidens of surburbia.

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

If you enjoyed my writing you can find more of my erotic fiction stories on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, don't be shy leave a review!

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